Subject: Re: Who would have won?

Pensive waits apprehensively to see what the old man will do.

Subject: who would win

Bartok sits watching the fight, silently rooting for the halfling to whip the man, when the wind changes and the strange old human shows up. These others seem to know the old man so Bartok waits to see what happens.

There is no way they would be able to get the old guy to the mountain.

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Subject: Re: Who would have won?

It takes a few seconds for Farron's words to sink in. So this is the Sunmaster. Garyth relaxes a bit, straightening from the fighting crouch he had been in a moment before. He sheathes his weapons, looking at the old man.

Of course, Garyth had known Fellus wasn't a young man, but he'd never actually seen the Sunmaster before. Somehow, what with the journey ahead, he'd been expecting someone a bit less . . . infirm.

Garyth walks over to the old man. "Welcome, Sunmaster," he says with a small bow.

Subject: Re: Who would have won?

The Sunmaster weighs almost nothing. Sa'id feels as though he could almost lift the high priest himself and carry him through the jungle to the mountain. They would have to be careful. He would not tell the others that the Sunmaster wasn't expecting to return, unless the Sunmaster himself elected to make that public knowledge. Or Farron. Sa'id looks at his friend and smiles. "He's here," he says needlessly. "He's here." The one conduit of Pelor on the island through whom the god could speak as clearly as though he were here himself.

I might give my life in this cause, Sa'id realizes. I might die with the Sunmaster. And maybe, just maybe, if that happened, he would see...

I might even die willingly in this cause.